Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is typically in his Barber uniform. He has done his best to style his red crest to look like a famous performer. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Medrash lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Family, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he very much looks the part of a Baker. His hair is short and auburn. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has worked as a Baker like his father before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tanglar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tanglar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has silver hair. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He is a Doppelganger in disguise. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a black scarf. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Taklinn liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is content; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.